BIG CHUNK OF CHANGE , open
Nov 9, 2012 0:21:35 GMT -5
Post by dimitri on Nov 9, 2012 0:21:35 GMT -5
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October typically symbolized colorful leaves, bitter winds and long-sleeved sweaters. It was a season of change, and a season marked by inconsistent weather that welcomed sickness, as the world made the transition into winter. Living in Los Angeles forced Dimitri to alter the perceptions of autumn he’d acquired as a child. Of course there were still leaves that changed color and fell from the trees, but for the most part there wasn’t a lot of change that took place in the region during this time. There was a slight pitch in weather but the temperature barely dropped below fifty degrees, sometimes hitting forty or thirty on those “cold” winter mornings or nights. Maybe there were some Southern Californian natives who found the slight decline in temperatures to be daunting, but for Meech it was paradise. No more cold winters that invited icy roads, inches upon inches of snow or chilling winds that cut through layers of clothing and sawed at your face like a thousand chainsaws. There was no doubt that Dimitri had pride in his city, but Chicago winters were no joke and that was one thing he didn’t regret leaving behind.
Dimitri packed his worn down sneakers and sweaty clothes into his backpack and took a quick shower in the gym locker rooms. He’d had two bookings that morning and a training session with another client earlier in the afternoon. After his time with his last client was up he’d decided to stick around the gym to do a little training of his own. With preseason NBA games just around the corner, he’d been training regularly with his team and on his own when he had spare time. Until this point he’d been booking as many clients as he could, but with Chicago’s first game less than two weeks away Meech knew that he would have to start cutting back on his training sessions again to direct more of his attention on the coming season. After he was dressed and had all of his belongings, he exited the locker room and said his goodbyes to his coworkers then stepped outside. Now that he was finished with his clients for the day, Meech had the rest of the day off to relax and do as he pleased.
The six foot seven giant strolled down the streets of Los Angeles, opting to ditch his car in the gym parking lot for the time being. After walking little more than a block, he found exactly what he’d been looking for - a brightly colored Burger King sign looming in the near distance. Dimitri crossed the street and entered the building which had a steady flow of customers. Without looking at the menu Dimitri got in line and waited for the person in front of him to finish their order then stepped up to the register. “Hi. Can I get two double whoppers with cheese, OB, with no onions. And a large fry with two Gatorades,” he told the cashier, then moved to the side to let the next customer place their order. It wasn’t what you would expect a professional athlete/fitness trainer to eat, but everyone was entitled to indulge every once in a while right? Besides he’d have to start watching what he ate once the season went into full swing anyway. Why not enjoy it while he could?
October typically symbolized colorful leaves, bitter winds and long-sleeved sweaters. It was a season of change, and a season marked by inconsistent weather that welcomed sickness, as the world made the transition into winter. Living in Los Angeles forced Dimitri to alter the perceptions of autumn he’d acquired as a child. Of course there were still leaves that changed color and fell from the trees, but for the most part there wasn’t a lot of change that took place in the region during this time. There was a slight pitch in weather but the temperature barely dropped below fifty degrees, sometimes hitting forty or thirty on those “cold” winter mornings or nights. Maybe there were some Southern Californian natives who found the slight decline in temperatures to be daunting, but for Meech it was paradise. No more cold winters that invited icy roads, inches upon inches of snow or chilling winds that cut through layers of clothing and sawed at your face like a thousand chainsaws. There was no doubt that Dimitri had pride in his city, but Chicago winters were no joke and that was one thing he didn’t regret leaving behind.
Dimitri packed his worn down sneakers and sweaty clothes into his backpack and took a quick shower in the gym locker rooms. He’d had two bookings that morning and a training session with another client earlier in the afternoon. After his time with his last client was up he’d decided to stick around the gym to do a little training of his own. With preseason NBA games just around the corner, he’d been training regularly with his team and on his own when he had spare time. Until this point he’d been booking as many clients as he could, but with Chicago’s first game less than two weeks away Meech knew that he would have to start cutting back on his training sessions again to direct more of his attention on the coming season. After he was dressed and had all of his belongings, he exited the locker room and said his goodbyes to his coworkers then stepped outside. Now that he was finished with his clients for the day, Meech had the rest of the day off to relax and do as he pleased.
The six foot seven giant strolled down the streets of Los Angeles, opting to ditch his car in the gym parking lot for the time being. After walking little more than a block, he found exactly what he’d been looking for - a brightly colored Burger King sign looming in the near distance. Dimitri crossed the street and entered the building which had a steady flow of customers. Without looking at the menu Dimitri got in line and waited for the person in front of him to finish their order then stepped up to the register. “Hi. Can I get two double whoppers with cheese, OB, with no onions. And a large fry with two Gatorades,” he told the cashier, then moved to the side to let the next customer place their order. It wasn’t what you would expect a professional athlete/fitness trainer to eat, but everyone was entitled to indulge every once in a while right? Besides he’d have to start watching what he ate once the season went into full swing anyway. Why not enjoy it while he could?
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[/td][/tr][tr][td]@anyone WHO SNAGS IT
[/td] [td]FIVE HUNDRED SIXTY
[/td] [td]ER, A BIT RUSTY. MY SORRY ATTEMPT TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS. -_-
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